Video All These Blues de Ai B Smoov 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Ai B Smoov - All These Blues Lyrics

[Chorus]
If I was worried 'bout the bitch, I would've been broke (I would've been broke)
Eleven hundred in eleven hundred is what it's hittin' for (You got some dice, nigga?)
I probably lost a couple bitches off that intro (Off that intro)
But I ain't trippin', fuck around and get like six more (Smoov, what's good, baby? Get like six more)
All these blues on me, niggas thought I was from 6-0 (A lotta blues on me)
I smoke klock in this bitch, feelin' like Big Smoke (Feelin' like Big Smoke)
Niggas tried to tell me turn it off, that was a big joke (Is this a joke?)
Your bitch wanna spend the night, I told the bitch no (I told thе bitch no)

[Verse 1]
I need some chips, I'm finna geek up (I'm off these shrooms, nigga)
Said you was gon' do what to who? Nigga, spеak up
Broke niggas cryin' 'bout the bitch, I don't give three fucks (One, two, three fucks)
Brodie caught him at the drive-thru, he's fucked (You really caught that nigga?)
Bitches catch me at the gas station, he's icy
RTA jeans and Off-White mixed with the Nikes (Mix it with the Nikes)
Thirty thousand cash in this rental, I ain't got no klock (I ain't got no klocks)
We needa turn this bitch around, I gotta make a stop (Turn this bitch around)
Only catchin' fades with the homies, we ain't finna box (We ain't finna box, nigga)
My life's a movie, no Redbox
Bitch, these Christian Louboutin, no deadstocks (No deadstocks)
From me, a broke bitch couldn't get a head nod

[Chorus]
If I was worried 'bout the bitch, I would've been broke (I would've been broke)
Eleven hundred in eleven hundred is what it's hittin' for (You got some dice, nigga?)
I probably lost a couple bitches off that intro (Fuck that intro)
But I ain't trippin', fuck around and get like six more (Get like six more)
All these blues on me, niggas thought I was from 6-0 (A lotta blues on me)
I smoke klock in this bitch, feelin' like Big Smoke (Feelin' like Big Smoke)
Niggas tried to tell me turn it off, that was a big joke (Is this a joke?)
Your bitch wanna spend the night, I told the bitch no (I told the bitch no)
[Verse 2]
That's an awful lotta bracelets on my wrist (Finna freeze off)
That's an awful lotta cheese I'm finna break out your bitch (I'm finna get a dub off her)
Microdose with the shrooms, baby, eat this (Baby, eat this)
Foreign loads in the driveway, ain't no cheap whips (Skrrt)
Frenchies runnin' 'round the crib, got me mad as fuck (Got me mad as fuck)
Charge the lil' puppies from the drop, nigga, add me up (Nigga, add me up)
I just did a million in a month, niggas mad as fuck (Why these niggas mad?)
Her uncle hatin' on this bag, I gotta fuck Vanessa
I could make the foreign drive itself, nigga, fuck a Tesla (Nigga, fuck a Tesla)
Three years, two hundred songs, bands in my fuckin' dresser (Bands in my fuckin' dresser)
All I do is spend money when I get to stressin' (When I get to stressin')
Nigga, do my dougie, hit the intersection (Hit the intersection)
I made a hundred racks already, time for tennis lessons (Time for tennis lessons)
I ain't even wanna rap today, where's my two bands? (Where's my two bands?)
Niggas out here really ain't your mans, I could name two friends (Snake-ass niggas)
And I'll cut the bitch off over a few bands (Over a few bands)

[Chorus]
If I was worried 'bout the bitch, I would've been broke (I would've been broke)
Eleven hundred in eleven hundred is what it's hittin' for (You got some dice, nigga?)
I probably lost a couple bitches off that intro (Fuck that intro)
But I ain't trippin', fuck around and get like six more (Get like six more)
All these blues on me, niggas thought I was from 6-0 (A lotta blues on me)
I smoke klock in this bitch, feelin' like Big Smoke (Feelin' like Big Smoke)
Niggas tried to tell me turn it off, that was a big joke (Is this a joke?)
Your bitch wanna spend the night, I told the bitch no (I told the bitch no)
[Outro]
I need some shrooms, I'm finna geek up
Said you was gon' do what to who? Nigga, speak up
Stop cryin' 'bout the bitch, I don't give three fucks
Catch him at the gas station, he's fucked
Nigga, he's icy
Off-White mixed with the Nikes
I gotta make a stop
Huh, catch him at the drive-thru, he's fucked
Alright